A mist of gray hovered low
Entwined among the evening.
As silent woods bend and bow
With golden ribbons gleaming.
A whispered hush of icy breeze
Bestowed on Autumn's twilight,
A rustling of the coloured leaves
As day turned into Eve's light.
The crystal tear of heaven's face
Gleams bright amidst the shadows,
And lights the path between the worlds
Of Eventide and Moonglow.
Copyright A.Swick 2013
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